Yesterday,
the bus stop,
all the people's heads
turned, watching.
Gaze of anxiety.
The blind woman tapping
her way forward.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Some photos and little vids from Thanksgiving up north
Hope you had an enjoyable Thanksgiving! With beautiful, warm weather this year, had a wonderful day with family up north. And, yay! - I also...
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Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ... -
Pablo Valdivia, Breathing Underwater translated from the Spanish by Ross Woods Guernica Editions, Fall 2014 102 pages Trade Paperback... -
direct link: The Dancer's Backskin An accidental drawing - in a new Moleskine notebook, I brushed water over watercolour pencil. The ...
ah... sweet distillation
ReplyDeleteturning it all around - finding "their" discomfort, instead of hers.
And what beautiful balance and movement.
Love this. Rendered to pure form.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of your paintings. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteShe was different to the woman I wrote of yesterday, but she has become part of this story too.
ReplyDeletenarrator, distillation, what a wonderful concept... And those onlookers, none of them knew all the others were looking too, each thought themselves alone and not being witnessed. The anxiety was remarkable, and it wasn't for the woman herself, who was making her way down the street just fine.
twoberry, I love it when you drop by! Sometimes short vignettes do that, are suggestive enough to send one off in a number of different directions, and if you feel I've managed that here, well I'm honoured.
e_journeys, glad you like it-
Patry, hmnn, that's giving me pause for thought.